episode_0032

Boom!

With a powerful impact, my body flew about 5m and then fell to the ground.

I braced myself on the ground and stood up.

“I almost died.”

My gaze turned to my finger.

More precisely, to the ring with an impressive geometric pattern on my middle finger.

The Fortress of Iron Wall, which I took from Pernia.

True to its reputation as a staple artifact, it proved its effectiveness from the very first fight.

Without it, that last blow would have broken a few of my ribs and forced me into a difficult fight.

Sighing, I looked at the slime.

“I’m an idiot. Why did I forget?”

The skill the slime just displayed. It was undoubtedly the Saintess’s.

Her divine power abilities were so overwhelming that her physical combat skills were often overlooked, but the Saintess was a master of close-quarters combat, even fighting on the front lines, clad in divine power, when necessary.

Even if it was a slime and lacked divine power, it didn’t mean the skill would disappear.

At this rate, I have no chance of winning.

I clicked my tongue softly.

‘Is there only one way then?’

I didn’t want to use this, but since I couldn’t just let the slime devour me, I had no choice but to resort to my last move.

‘Saintess-nim. I apologize.’

Apologizing once more, I looked at the slime and boldly declared,

“I’ll rape you!”

[Unique Skill: Rape Declaration has been used.]

[The target’s strength increases by 3 times, and the user’s strength increases by 7 times.]

Simultaneously, a tremendous vitality surged through my entire body, and a sense of omnipotence began to set in.

As always, an exhilarating thrill ran through me.

In contrast, the slime seemed unable to adapt to the sudden change, trembling all over in confusion.

Naturally, its ample breasts jiggled.

“Huh. Everyone’s reaction is the same.”

Every woman who was subjected to the Rape Declaration for the first time reacted with that same confusion.

I don’t know if I can call a slime a ‘woman,’ but if I called it a ‘man,’ I’d become gay, so let’s just consider it a woman.

Seizing the moment, I rushed at the slime.

Gloop!?

Even in its confusion, the slime assumed the same stance as before.

It must have intended to deflect me with that subtle skill.

Too bad for it. I had no intention of hitting it from the start. I needed to rape it, and who knows what would happen if I hit it with this brute force!

Feigning a punch, I threw my body forward like a tackle at the last possible second.

The slime was caught by my shoulder tackle and fell to the ground.

I pinned the slime’s two arms and used one hand to undo my pants and pull out my penis.

My penis, springing out, throbbed vigorously.

Having continuously seen the Saintess’s bare breasts, I was so aroused I couldn’t hold back. Pre-cum was dripping from my glans.

I immediately brought my penis to its vagina.

‘No foreplay needed.’

Even if its form was that of the Saintess, its body was fundamentally a slime, so I wasn’t sure if it would produce lubricant.

“Then, Saintess-nim. I’ll just use your vagina for a moment!”

Anyway, it wouldn’t affect the original person, so there was no problem in thrusting. Rationalizing it this way, I inserted my penis.

Squelch!

Perhaps because it was a slime, even without much force, its labia spread wide, accepting my penis deep inside.

Feeling the texture of the vaginal folds in detail, I thrust it all the way to the root.

“Hmph… So this is the Saintess-nim’s vagina.”

Its body temperature wasn’t warm like a human’s, which felt a little strange, but thinking I was penetrating the exact same vagina as the Saintess brought an unbearable sense of depravity and pleasure.

Embracing that excitement, I thrust my hips wildly without hesitation.

Squish! Squish!

My pre-cum, flowing out without restraint, acted as a lubricant, and each thrust produced a squelching sound that tickled my ears.

It was incredibly stimulating.

To the extent that a tingling pain could be felt in my penis.

‘Fuck. My dick’s going to melt.’

This wasn’t a metaphor for melting from pleasure; it felt like it would literally melt away and disappear physically.

The moment the slime realized it couldn’t escape, it began to secrete copious amounts of acidic fluid.

Thanks to this, my penis could move even more smoothly within the vaginal walls, but if even a little more time passed like this, something irreversible might occur.

I increased my thrusting speed even more.

Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!

My thighs slapped against its elastic buttocks, creating a rhythm. I utilized that recoil force, doing my best to conquer its vagina.

My efforts seemed to pay off, as a strong urge to ejaculate surged within me shortly after.

I didn’t hold back and immediately ejaculated my semen.

Gush!

“Ugh!”

I let out a small groan from the pleasure that vibrated exhilaratingly through my prostate.

Semen filled the slime’s uterus in real-time. Through the transparent blue mucous, a milky white fluid seemed to glimpse through.

Unfortunately, my 300 million offspring dissolved in the acidic fluid and quickly vanished.

Sympathizing with them, I finished ejaculating like lightning and disengaged before my penis met the same fate.

From the flat vagina that quickly returned to its original state, not a single drop of semen flowed out.

I caught my breath for a moment, then reached for the slime’s chest before it could move.

Clutching its firm yet soft ample breasts, I crushed the core hidden within.

Crunch!

At the same time, the beautiful female form collapsed, turning into a viscous liquid and flowing away.

“What a waste.”

It was such a pleasurable vagina that if I could, I would have taken it with me and used it as an onahole whenever I wanted.

I barely even got to touch the ample breasts.

Pushing away thoughts about how truly amazing the real Saintess’s body would be, I adjusted my clothes.

Now it’s time to collect the reward.

“Not that there’s much to it, though.”

Going behind the wall that the shapeshifting slime had been blocking, I saw a clump of gold nuggets.

It wasn’t pure gold, but the volume was substantial enough that I wouldn’t have to worry about funds for a while.

However, in other words, that was all there was.

For the transmigrators, the top priority was to become strong enough to protect themselves. Gold, not even an artifact, held no great value.

However, for me, it had a clear purpose.

‘There’s too much to buy.’

Recalling my shopping list, I calmly put the gold nuggets into my subspace pouch, then looked around for a moment before heading towards the entrance.

Thus, the first dungeon capture concluded.

* * *

“Alright, alright. Pass out the handouts. We’re going to talk about something important now, so everyone who’s sleeping, wake up.”

At Sara’s words, I subtly raised my head.

It was practically directed at me, after all.

Having raised my head, I took the handout that had just reached me and read the opening lines.

[Retreat Information Notice]

That’s right. It was already retreat season.

Midterms were over, and an event was approaching that would inject some vitality into the academy life, which had gradually settled into a peaceful routine as everyone adapted.

Perhaps because of this, the murmuring around me was ceaseless.

‘A retreat, huh….’

I remember this as merely a filler episode.

Should I call it a story where Abel’s growth is confirmed during the retreat, and he experiences heartwarming events while getting entangled with the heroines?

It was fun when I played it as a game, but now that I have to participate, I’m quite reluctant.

‘I should be getting stronger during this time.’

However, I couldn’t miss it because there was a dungeon that could be found in the middle of the retreat episode.

The artifact obtained there had a rather unique function.

But it wasn’t just for the reward.

‘Rather, that’s just a side benefit.’

The real goal was the transmigrators who would gather in that dungeon to obtain the artifact.

If things went well, I might even be able to uncover the identities of that mysterious bald swordsman and the flame mage.

Of course, that’s assuming they are students of the same grade.

‘At least one of them will get caught.’

I diligently refined my plan while half-listening to Sara’s explanation.

A short while later, just as homeroom ended and I was about to leave the classroom.

“Let’s talk.”

My fiancée, Skadia Maryland, came to Class 3.

A crowd swarmed around her. Every single one of them observed us with eyes full of curiosity.

I asked brusquely.

“Didn’t we agree not to act like we know each other at the academy?”

“I’d like to, but something came up. It’s hard to talk here, so let’s go outside.”

Skadia quickly conveyed her business, then turned her back without even waiting for a reply.

She’s truly a woman who only thinks of herself.

“Why would I?”

“…What did you say?”

“Why should I follow you to talk? Just say it here. Or is it something embarrassing?”

I made a cunning expression that made one want to slap my cheek immediately.

Skadia’s eyes suddenly turned cold.

She glanced around for a moment, then, as if it didn’t matter, stated her business.

“Father says he’ll be visiting the mansion this weekend. I’d like you to come then too.”

“…Count Maryland?”

“Yes. You can refuse if you don’t want to. However, if you do, I won’t be the one in trouble. You know that, don’t you?”

Honestly, there wouldn’t be a big problem even if I refused. However, if things like this accumulated, eventually Skadia would gain a pretext to break off the engagement.

Ruan Friuli, who harbors both inferiority complex and possessiveness towards Skadia, could never refuse.

I sighed inwardly.

‘Ugh, if it weren’t for the transmigrators.’

If I didn’t have to be considerate, I would have gladly broken off the engagement with Skadia.

Her appearance was passable, but her personality was completely not my type.

Ultimately, the choice was set.

“I’ll visit.”

“Good. Then, Saturday morning—”

“No, Saturday won’t work. Tell him I’ll visit on Sunday.”

“Huh? Why?”

Skadia made a bewildered face.

Her expression conveyed the thought: ‘What could a good-for-nothing like you possibly have to do on a weekend that makes you so eager to back out?’

But I couldn’t help it either.

If I postponed my Saturday training again this time, who knows what would happen.

Two weeks ago, I postponed training under the pretext of observing Abel’s awakening, and last week I postponed it to monitor a dungeon capture. If I postpone it again this week, Cain might just give up on teaching me, debts or not.

This time, I absolutely couldn’t miss it.

Perhaps my resolve was conveyed through my gaze, as Skadia backed down a step.

“Alright. Then I’ll see you Sunday morning. I’ll have a carriage waiting at the entrance.”

“Okay.”

Hearing my confirmation, Skadia parted the crowd and vanished, her brilliant silver hair fluttering.

Sunday already filled me with dread.

‘I have a feeling.’

A premonition that it would become very troublesome.